Chapter 91 You are free, exuding the energy of intense exercise...

Among all the live broadcasts, "The Ordinary Voice" ranked second with 320 million live viewers, second only to the official live broadcast of the competition.

The narrator speaks at a steady pace and with clear pronunciation, so you can hear every word clearly even without subtitles:

"The one driving the dark blue mecha is 'Down with Imperialism'. This is his first mecha competition. But he is a newborn calf that is not afraid of a tiger. Facing his opponent, the 29-year-old veteran 'Prisoner', 'Down with Imperialism' is still steady and cautious. Let's look at the center of the field. He launched a second wave of attacks——"

"Beautiful!" As he shouted, the scimitar flashed with a sharp cold light and swooped down, cutting off the shoulder of the prisoner mecha.

The commentator exclaimed: "The light mecha Rattler, with its light crystal alloy weapons, is like a flying swallow on the palm of your hand, as nimble as a feather, and its posture of ease is simply a visual feast."

But his voice stopped abruptly.

The audience exclaimed, "The prisoner has got him!"

Everyone looked to the side and saw the "prisoner" waving a hammer, making a loud noise. A 30-meter-long iron chain was welded behind the iron block. In a blink of an eye, he entangled [Knock Down] in the air, pulled him down fiercely, and threw him heavily to the ground.

"It's over. 'Knock Down' is really going to be knocked down."

"Why pick on the prisoner? Haven't you heard of his nickname, the Fighting Arena Butcher?"

"Is 'Knock Out' slacking off? He didn't even avoid such a big target."

Bai Ling was indeed in a trance.

He didn't know what was going on, but he felt inexplicably uneasy and had a bad premonition in his heart. This intuition had saved his life several times on the battlefield, so he had to pay attention to it.

Something is wrong… No one knows it better than him. Yu Chen would never say “give up the competition and come back to accompany me” under normal circumstances.

What happened to the mermaid?

Bai Ling was stunned, lying on his back, with the score system counting down in his ears: "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

If you fail to stand up within ten seconds, the system will automatically declare you the loser.

When the count reached "six", the rattlesnake had already flown up, twisted its body with great force, and the intersection of the blade and the chain created countless flying sparks. The speed was close to supersonic, and it cut the chain in one go.

Using speed to overcome force, what a great way to play.

The prisoner's expression froze, realizing that his opponent was difficult to deal with and that a long tug-of-war would follow.

His communication column was calling, and Master Tuna's unhappy voice echoed throughout the cabin: "The game time is already halfway through, what are you still dawdling about?"

Prisoner: "... tear him apart in the next wave."

Lan Qi said impatiently: "Hurry up, I still have a cocktail party to attend after the game, don't get in the way."

The prisoner obeyed casually and turned his attention back to his opponent. He decided to fight quickly and get rid of this last enemy.

The competition is based on a points system. Both he and this "knockout" player have already earned over 4,000 points and are currently ranked first. As long as the "knock down" problem is solved, the championship will be within reach. The opponent will be deducted 300 points and drop to the bottom of the ranking, and will continue to compete with others in a round-robin format for second and third place.

On the contrary, if "Knock Out" wins, he will lose the championship.

But that's impossible.

The prisoners came from a black market fighting competition, which was not like a regular mecha club, where they only had two fights every ten days or half a month. He maintained a high frequency of fighting every day in the underground black competitions. He was either forced to his knees and beg for mercy, or stepped on other people's heads to climb to a high position. In the past ten years, he has accumulated extremely rich experience.

He looked at the information about the "knockout" and found that the other party was actually a novice with only 60 hours of mecha driving experience.

The prisoner couldn't help but focus his eyes on the rattlesnake.

The mecha circle can be divided into two schools. One is the fighting school, which is like him who uses real punches to fight. The other is the technical flow, which mainly relies on the performance of mecha and the judgment and calculation of AI.

In his opinion, the other party was just a pure technical guy.

It's not the driver who's driving, it's the AI. The pilot inside is just an onboard decoration.

...and how can someone who flirts with the sponsor and calls him "baby" on the spot be a serious person?

"Look! The prisoner is about to use his ultimate move." The audience outside the isolation shield stood up excitedly.

"Tear it up, tear it up, quickly, quickly, skewer his bird head!"

The narrator checked the information and said, "This 'prisoner' is descended from a small carnivorous bird in the order Passeriformes - the Shrike. Although it is a small bird, it is extremely ferocious and is known as the 'butcher bird'."

"Why are they called butchers? Because they string the carcasses of small birds and mice on thorns, tear them off piece by piece, and eat them."

“Extremely cruel.”

The audience in front of the screen gasped in unison. They only know that birds of prey are ferocious when eating, but they don't know that there are such perverted creatures in the Passeriformes.

Next to the audience, Anna was worried: "Will there be any bloody accidents?"

The team leader crossed his arms and said calmly, "No, malicious harm is expressly prohibited by the competition rules."

As they were talking, they saw Lu Xun coming down with his head covered with gauze. They were both silent at the same time, then they remembered that Lu Xun seemed to have lost to the "Prisoner" in the last game. For the sake of show effect, the "prisoner" lifted Lu Sturgeon's mecha high up and threw it down hard onto the iron bar of the podium, brutally piercing it through.

Lu Xun stood with them. Anna said angrily, "The prisoner is so cold-blooded, and he dares to use the sign of an unruly playboy to attract fans."

Lu Xun had a bitter look on his face: "Stop talking, his crazy fans just rushed to my homepage and asked me to thank the prisoner for the physics spicy skewers."

The team leader turned around and asked, "Brainless fans? Are they the people from 'Spicy Fresh and Fragrant Chuanchuanxiang'?"

Lu Xun was shocked: "How do you know so clearly?"

The leader pointed casually, and the two looked in the direction, and sure enough, they saw a group of people holding light signs. The most infuriating thing is that the signboards made by this group of people are actually made into packaging for chili powder sprinkled on top, which is bright red and very eye-catching.

"This is so insulting! Who isn't a delicacy of the Interstellar Empire? Who are you trying to scare with chili powder?" Lu Xun was furious and immediately shouted at the top of his voice, "Down with imperialism! Charge! Down with... Oh no, free that prisoner of capital!"

The audience next door: "This... makes some sense."

Before they could think about it, the situation in the field suddenly changed. The prisoner grabbed the claws of the Sidewinder with a tricky attack angle. The Sidewinder's engine roared, and it kicked twice, but failed to break free.

This is the weakness of light mecha.

More agility than strength.

The commentator's voice became tense: "As time went on to the second half, it was obvious that the 'Down with Imperialism' action was not enough. In fact, he played today while ill. An hour before entering the court, he was still receiving an anti-inflammatory drip at the clinic. His slower reaction speed than the previous game is understandable."

When the commentators started to make excuses, the audience all shook their heads, thinking that "Down" was bound to lose this time.

Sure enough, this time the prisoner did not give Rattlesnake a chance to raise his knife and chop. Without any hesitation, he used his specially modified left hand, which was used for the ultimate move, to full power, and threw the lightsaber forward, instantly piercing the Rattler's abdomen and nailing the Deep Space Blue Mech in mid-air.

The lightweight rattlesnake suddenly swayed in the air like a broken kite.

"Oh! Tear it open, tear it open! Sprinkle the dipping sauce on it!" the spicy and delicious skewers shouted passionately.

In response to their shouts, the prisoner bent down and grabbed a handful of dust, ready to do the classic salt-sprinkling move to put a perfect end to the game.

However, at this moment, the door of the Sidewinder cabin suddenly opened.

As the audience screamed, a figure jumped off the mecha coldly and agilely, landing accurately on the prisoner. Next, with a turn of the screwdriver with the fingertips, the sunroof was removed in a few breaths. He didn't know where the strength came from, but he stretched out his thin arms, grabbed the prisoner inside, and threw him to the ground.

Wow...

The prisoner rolled five or six times in the dust pit before he finally came to a stop.

He struggled to get up and looked with his confused vision. He actually saw that arrogant bird got into his cockpit and drove his mecha.

What do you want to do by “overthrowing”?

The entire audience had the same question.

But they soon found out. The prisoner watched helplessly as his lightsaber was carefully pulled out of the rattlesnake's belly, and then -

It stabbed heavily into the abdomen of his own mecha.

The same position, with even fiercer force, so fierce that it even pierced the energy box, emitting a large amount of thick green smoke.

The head of the group said happily: "An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."

Anna sighed, "Bird cub loves mecha the most, I don't know how to be angry now."

The big screen jumped and flashed, and the scoring system automatically gave a score: [Down with Imperialism], with a score of 500, ranking first.

The audience was shocked: Is this possible? !

Drilling out of the cockpit and directly attacking the enemy pilot, this style of fighting is really... damn fierce.

As they stared in astonishment, the hatch opened and "Down with Imperialism" jumped out, pulling off his protective helmet with one hand. Even though the image was blurred due to protection policies, everyone could still see from the camera that it was a sweaty beauty, looking back lazily and indifferently, her back was smooth and sweaty, and her whole body was emitting pheromones that were overflowing after intense exercise.

A place where everyone can take a deep breath at the same time.

Countless viewers who were watching the live broadcast in front of the screen complained angrily: "When will there be a terminal that can smell pheromones!"

Lu Xun danced and cheered: "Beat him, beat the prisoner to death!"

In the camera tracking, Bai Ling walked in the flying dust and came to the prisoner. He did not continue to retaliate, but stood in the backlight, looking down at the other party, and said coldly:

"You are free, prisoner."

It means letting him go.

The prisoner's muscles trembled and he looked up in disbelief. For a moment, he felt that he saw deep meaning in the other person's eyes.

At the same time, the live broadcast also played this sentence with a two-second delay.

You are free, prisoner.

A strange ripple arose in the audience's hearts, as if these words were not spoken to the prisoner alone, but to the tens of millions of audience members present and the hundreds of millions of eyes in front of the screen.

At this moment, everyone subconsciously asked a question: What is freedom?

Bai Ling stepped on the dust on the ground and said calmly, "You asked me about the name of the circle before the competition started. You probably don't like the name 'Prisoner'."

The prisoner opened his lips and said, "I..."

He couldn't answer.

Bai Ling was not obsessed with the prisoner's answer. He casually lifted up his sweaty white hair. A gust of cold wind blew, and the sweat beads were about to freeze, making his internal organs ache.

Frozen to death.

His shoulder blades trembled slightly and he shuddered in restraint.

Bai Ling ran towards the exit, eager to find Yu Chen so that he could shove his hands into the man's coat and warm them eagerly.

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At the entrance of the venue, Lu Hang was leading the arrest team through security check. While waiting, he looked up at the floating virtual screen and laughed softly:

“[Down with imperialism] and send [prisoners] freedom… It’s really thought-provoking.”

Before he could finish his sigh, a serious voice sounded beside him: "Capture team action, target: Bai Ling, the pilot of the Yaqueyousheng Society. Crime: murder of the monarch, treason."

The detective on the arresting team ordered: "Remember this, it says that Bai Ling will be executed immediately after being detained. If he resists later, just shoot him and you won't be held responsible."

"yes!"

Lu Hang had a calm expression, his hands in his pockets, as he watched them all armed with guns and ready for battle.

What a pity... You are a beautiful woman, but you are a thief.

Who would have thought that the genius pilot Bai Ling was the culprit behind the attack on the monarch?

Bai Ling will surely be put to death if he is charged with treason.